Tomorrow is a big day. It will be the one-year anniversary at my job. What do I do you ask? I am your state tax dollars at work: Public relations at a community college.
…One year
… Where did it go?
Let me back up. Long ago in a land far away I had a good job in a good city. I met the man of my dreams and followed him off to his dream graduate school. There I had an ok job in an ok city. Then I followed him off to his dream job- basically in the middle of nowhere in a location we are not fans of. So I searched and search. I tried commuting (hated living 3-4 hours a day in a car), took jobs that paid nothing, thought about going back to school (took the LSAT, the GRE, the GMAT), tried wacky money-making schemes, played house-wifey (did I mention I make a mean meatloaf)
Then a year ago here comes a job doing marketing and PR for a local community college. The pros: its in-line with background and skills, its great benefits, it’s a mile from my house. The cons: I make less money than when I graduated from college, it’s a dead-end, no-room-for-advancement job. It’s a job! – They pay me, insure me, I don’t have to wear a chicken suit. Sold.
So here I am a year later. Deeply entrenched in the bureaucracy of a state community college. I have spent a year awed and amazed by both the opportunity and failure that can coexist in such a place. So here I go at a meager attempt of documenting just a small picture of it all.
Maybe I just need to vent.
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